Me: "Sofia, it's about 115 degrees here today with 100% humidity, don't really think it's a great idea to wear a long-sleeved leotard, tights and dance skirt right about now...!
Sofia: "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, I want to dress up like a pink ballerina, Mooooommy!"
At that moment, a vision of Brooke in her Santa dress flashed before me and I said, "Sofia, do what you want."
So, Sofia proceeded to dress herself in ballerina attire: she pulled up her pink leotard, asked me to tie her taffeta ballerina skirt, then remembered she needed her pink tights, so I had to undo the skirt, help her pull up her tights and retie the skirt. She then sprinted into her bedroom, ran back into my bedroom and screamed, "Ta-dah!"
I said, "YOU are such a ballerina princess, but do you realize that your legwarmers are on your arms?"
She said, "Uh, yeeeeeeeeeah!"
Me: Cool. Aren't you a bit hot?
Her: No, Mommy, I'm beautiful! (God, help me.)
Me: Sofia Madyson, wanna come with me to get a cappuccino?
Her: Yes, Mommy. (five minutes pass) I CAN'T FIND MY BALLET SHOES!AAAAAAAAAAAAAH! (She emptied her entire wardrobe and it was sitting on the floor in a heap)
Me: "Throw on your pink crocs, girlfriend and move your butt, I really need a cappuccino!"
Sofia: Okay, I'm ready Mommy.
Me: (Noting that she had decided to add a pink Barbie hat to the mix) Okay, let's go.
Me: Yes? (I can just feel what's coming...)
Sofia: I have to go to the bathroom.
My Pink Ballerina Princess